Black Eyed Peas They Don`t Want Music Lyrics

They Don`t Want Music Lyrics

Johnny wanna be a big star 

Get on stage and play the guitar 

Make a little money, buy a fancy car 

Big old house and an alligator 

Just to match with them alligator shoes 

He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the blues 

He's singing songs about material things 

And platinum rings and watches that go bling 

But, diamonds don't bling in the dark 

He a star now, but he ain't singing from it the heart 

Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apart 

Coz his fans can't relate to his new found art 

He ain't doing what he did from the start 

And that's putting in some feeling and thought 

He decided to live his life shallow 

Passion is love for material 

and its gone..



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And its gone... gone... going... 

Gone... everything gone... give a damn... 

Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing... 

Gone people... up awkward with their things... gone. 



You see yourself in the mirror 

And you feel safe coz it looks familiar 

But you afraid to open up your soul 

Coz you don't really know, don't really know 

Who is, the person that's deep within 

Coz you are content with just being the na¯ve brown man 

And you fail to see that its trivial 

Insignificant, you addicted to material 

I've seen your kind before 

Your the type that thinks souls is sold in a store 

Packaged up with inscent sticks 

With them vegetarian meals 

To you that's righteous 

You're fiction like books 

You need to go out to life and look 

Coz of ... what happens when they take your material 

You already sold your soul and its... 



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You say that time is money and money is time 

So you got mind in your money and your money on your mind 

But what about... that crime that you did to get paid 

And what about... that bid, you can't take it to your brain 

What about those shoes your wearing today 

They'll do no good on the bridges you've walked along the way 



All that money that you got gonna be gone 

That gear that you rock gonna be gone 

The house up on the hill gonna be gone 

The golden purse on your grill gonna be gone 

The ice on your wrist gonna be gone 

That nice little Miss gonna be gone 

That whip that you roll gonna be gone 

And what's worst is your soul will be gone 



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